Molly and Bill crouched behind the large inflatable unicorn, glancing around the corner at the bustling backyard full of kids playing games and parents chatting. "Alright Bill, what's the plan?" Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized sunglasses comically. "Simple. We blend in, snatch the presents, and make a quick getaway before anyone notices," Bill replied, twirling his fake mustache with a mischievous grin. "Blend in, huh? You mean with that ridiculous mustache and my giant pineapple hat?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, it's all about the disguise," Bill defended, giving his mustache another twirl. "Besides, the parents will be too busy keeping an eye on the kids to notice us." "Fine, but what's our entry point?" Molly inquired, scanning the perimeter. "Front gate’s too risky." "We’ll sneak around the side, through the hedge maze," Bill suggested, pointing towards the elaborate shrubbery. "A hedge maze? Really?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Why don’t we just teleport in while we’re at it?" "Do you have a teleporter?" Bill shot back, smirking. "Thought not. Trust me, the maze is perfect." "Alright, genius, lead the way." Molly gestured for him to go first. Bill took a deep breath and darted towards the maze entrance, keeping low. Molly followed, shaking her head but smiling despite herself. Inside the maze, they weaved through the twists and turns, occasionally popping up to check their progress. "Are we lost?" Molly asked after the third dead end. "No, we’re just... exploring our options," Bill said, clearly lost. "So much for your perfect entry point," Molly muttered, folding her arms. "Wait, I see a gap!" Bill suddenly exclaimed, pointing to a break in the hedge. "This way!" They squeezed through and found themselves right next to the pile of brightly wrapped presents near the cake table. "Bingo," Molly whispered, eyes gleaming. "I distract them, you grab the loot." "Why do I have to be the grabber?" Bill protested quietly. "Because I’m better at causing distractions," Molly said with a wink. She then strolled over to the cake table, knocking over a stack of plates in a flamboyant gesture. "Whoops!" As the parents rushed to help, Bill slyly began stuffing presents into a large bag he’d produced from his jacket. "Hey, do you need some help?" a little girl asked Bill, tugging his sleeve. "Uh, no sweetie, I’m good, just... party business," Bill stammered, sweating slightly. Molly caught the exchange and quickly intervened, "Hey there, let’s go play pin the tail on the unicorn!" "Okay!" the girl chirped, running off with Molly. Bill sighed in relief and continued his task. Just as he secured the last present, he heard a voice behind him. "Hey, what are you doing?" a stern dad questioned. Thinking fast, Bill grinned. "Just rearranging! These were blocking the view of the cake." The dad looked dubious but nodded. "Better make it quick. The kids are about to start opening them." "No problem!" Bill assured, glancing desperately at Molly. Molly returned, giving Bill the signal. They casually convened and began edging towards the exit, the bag of presents cleverly disguised as a party game prize. “Think we made it?” whispered Bill. Molly smirked. “Not yet. We need a distraction.” Before Bill could react, Molly yelled, "Piñata time!" and swung the bag, scattering candies. As kids swarmed, the duo slipped through the hedge and ran, laughing breathlessly. “Next time, Bill.” Molly panted. “We steal something easier.” “Like what?” Bill asked, still grinning. “Hedge clippers,” Molly replied, both of them breaking into uncontrollable giggles as they disappeared into the distance.